Maize Songtext / Lyric

O the height the depth

the width and breath

o the height and depth

the height

the height

O the height and depth

O the height and depth






Samson the sun

stand the hawk

ground

of one who has heard...

smoke fires... flaming fox

kindleth fire in the torches, fire

sendeth he out

into the standing corn,

even unto vineyard -

unto olive

he smiteth them hip and thigh -

right hand and eye

a great great smiting,



The height

the height

O the height and depth

O the height and depth



He goeth down

and dwelleth in

the cleft of the rock

on his arms are as flax

they burn with fire,



and his bands are wasted

from off his hands,

the merciful parable

the wine press yes



no shadow of turning

a rumor is enough

he findeth a fresh jaw-bone

of an ass, putteth forth his hand

and taketh it,

and smiteth - a thousand men

He taketh a fresh jawbone

O the height and depth

the width and breath

O the height and depth

The height

the height

O the height and depth

O the height and depth